| Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845. | | | | Psalme CXLII | | XLVI. Joseph Bryan |
| | | FROM out the depth of miserie I crie, | |
| To thee, O Lord, and that most earnestlye; | |
| Praiers intermixed with sighes and teares | |
| My soule sends vp into thine eares; | |
| I pour out all my moane | 5 |
| Before thee, thee alone, | |
| And for reliefe | |
| Shew thee my griefe. | |
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| Lord, when my troubled spirit could not rest | |
| For anguish of my mind, thou knewest best | 10 |
| What way to help me, and didst see | |
| A path, through all, to set me free. | |
| Thy foes and mine doe lay | |
| Snares for me in my way, | |
| And privilie | 15 |
| In ambush lie. | |
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| I look’d on euerie side, but I could see | |
| None that would know, and much lesse succour me; | |
| My frends revolted totally, | |
| On whom I vsed to rely: | 20 |
| All waies to scape by flight | |
| Were stop’d and shut vp quight, | |
| And none did care | |
| My soule to spare. | |
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| Thus troubled, laid in wayt for, desolate, | 25 |
| Enclosed round, and thus disconsolate, | |
| I cride to thee, O Lord, and said, | |
| Thou art my hope, my help, my aid, | |
| The rock I build vpon, | |
| My lot, my portion | 30 |
| In this life and | |
| A better land. | |
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| O therefore heare my praiers attentively: | |
| For with contempt and waight of misery | |
| My soule doth cleave vnto the dust; | 35 |
| Yet thou, O Lord, art all my trust. | |
| O free me by thy might | |
| From them, against whose spight | |
| And violence | |
| I have no fence. | 40 |
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| Lord, bring my soule out of the streights and dread | |
| Wherein my foes haue her imprisoned: | |
| Lord, loose her bands, that for the same | |
| I may give thancks to thy great name; | |
| And that the righteous men | 45 |
| May flock to me agen, | |
| And they with me | |
| Sing praise to thee. | | | | |
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